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Its short but I worked neomu neomu hard on it so plz be nice juseyo!

 

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http://www.asianfanfics.com/story/view/793030

 

 

Breaking the Surface

 

 
  Kyungsoo and Jongin had been dating for a month when Kyungsoo finally invited Jongin to his apartment. "I want to cook you a meal. People tell me I'm quite a good chef. Even if you've never cooked before, we'll have a great time together, I promise," he said, as they were drinking coffee in the same coffee shop they had met in. It had quickly become a ritual of theirs to meet up in the shop before work, to relax and chat as they filled their caffeine addiction in preparation for the grueling work day. "I'll text you the address. Come over tonight as soon as you finish work, okay?"
 
The invitation stayed near the top of Jongin's mind the entire day.   He was glad that the older man took the initiative to invite him over. He almost thought that Kyungsoo was becoming bored of him already, but he supposed that it was just the smaller man's personality that made him seem that way. In any case, Jongin's entire body seemed to twitch in anticipation for his date, as if it was a premonition for exciting events to come. Maybe he was already falling for the secretive and distant man.
 
 
 
 
Jongin showed up to Kyungsoo's apartment promptly at 7:30. Kyungsoo welcomed his boyfriend with a kiss, and invited him inside. He had already laid out all of the ingredients for his signature kimchi stew. After setting the kimchi to boil, creating  a ruby red broth, he began to chop the onions, and asked Jongin to slice up the pork, to which he happily obliged. They passed the time chatting about work and life, making a few jokes here and there. After they finished cutting up the ingredients, and were waiting for all the ingredients to boil together, Jongin began to sweat in the hot kitchen, so he unbuttons the first few clasps on his dress shirt, and leaned back onto the countertop, putting his neck and collarbones into full view. Kyungsoo couldn't help but notice a few beads of sweat on Jongin's neck. As they continued to mak casual conversation, the older man's eyes kept flickering back to the beautiful expanse of thick and muscly skin. He marveled at the of the sight before him, and soon images of Jongin doing something else with him began flashing through his mind.
 
Suddenly Kyungsoo couldn't contain his urges anymore. He picked up the knife he was using to cut the vegetables, and turned around to face Jongin. He contemplated what he was about to do for a moment, but before Jongin even realized what was happening, he made his decision and plunged his knife straight into the top of his boyfriend's neck. As the knife broke through the surface, into layers of skin and meat, Jongin began to scream but quickly his mouth filled up with blood and starting pouring out, onto his shirt and all over Kyungsoo himself. He could no longer hold himself up, and slumped over the very man who hurt him. A trail of blood began oozing down Kyungsoo's back, coming from Jongin's mouth, and down his front, coming from Jongin's throat. High off of pure ecstasy, Kyungsoo decided he needed more. Holding up his lover's head by his hair, he began to carve further down his throat. The sight and feeling of Jongin's flesh ripping apart was one of the most pleasurable experiences of his entire life. He could still feel Jongin's body rebelling against him as he was forced to use all of his effort just to cut that much deeper when the tissue refused to part. However, even this futile resistance  began to fade as it became easier and easier slice through the muscle.
 

Soon Jongin's body began uncontrollably convulsing in Kyungsoo's arms. The older man whispered, "Shh baby, it's alright, you look so beautiful like this. Just calm down," into his lover's ear. Kyungsoo took the chance to lick the blood off of his dying boyfriend's neck, and on a whim he plunged his tongue into the giant throbbing wound. As he explored the insides of the younger man, Kyungsoo realized that this was the ultimate form of intimacy, that he was reaching into crevices that even Jongin had never felt before. No one ever had, or ever would, experience Jongin in the way he was experiencing him in that moment. He savored the rough edge of the slit, and the soft tissue inside, as blood poured into his mouth and caking the rest of his face, much of it trailing down to his neck and even further. He was almost as bloody as Jongin at this point. Kyungsoo marveled at just how much blood could ooze out of one person.

"Red has always been your color baby," he said as he finally dropped his lover's limp body to the ground, as blood began to pool around the body. The entire area, including the floor, countertop, and table, were all drenched in the Jongin's bodily fluids, some of it already beginning to rust and dry out.
 

He realized that the stew was ready, so he turned off the stove, took two bowls out of his cupboard and ladled the red soup into the white porcelain, staining the sides of the dishes as the liquid settled at the bottom. He set two placemats on opposite sides of the table and began eating his own portion. "I told you we would have a great time cooking together, didn't I?"

 

 

 

omg I'm so sorry orz

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Never heard of it before but seems like an interesting short story~

 

There's a story for it and a short film. I've read the story and watched the movie. Seriously messed up, but it might be your cup of tea. 

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